Kelli Rush
An
Oprah Trilogy
I. Oprah
Apostolic
They come to us,
she says,
we make them new,
we give them bobs,
we give them boobs,
we give them zebra,
leopard,
pink chinchilla
boots,
some cry,
and Oprah wraps them
in her arms,
then they return to
Aqua Net
and chicken farms,
and they are
mommies,
all are lovely
in the eyes of Oprah
apostolic,
absolute,
who art:
embossed, brocaded,
stuff, zipped,
snipped, flipped,
poofed, wisped
and permanently
waved.
Let us pray.
II. Marvelous Bug
Metallic-green
and silver-sheened,
a whirl on wing
and wound she is
evangel,
she is spangle,
an enameled,
polished, popey pod,
a prattlement of
proxy God,
a shiny bob
to place in palm,
to watch her lift a
wing
and rise
and curve
into the twitter of
the flitter of
the ya ti ya
ti da
da
dawn.
III.
For Nasal Congestion
Take one Oprah.
Fumy lozenge
clear my nostril.
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